Saturday, February 6, 2010

Growing Up Sucks-An Ode to my Childhood..

Hi, My name is Beth Foster. I am a 22 (almost 23) year old who wakes up at 7:45 in the morning each day to sit down at desk for more than 6 hours.. After work, I go to the gym so I can get semi- in shape and have semi-self esteem. After making up for sitting down all day at the office, I go home and enjoy that fuckin' chicken and salad for dinner. I tell myself I enjoy it and ignore the cheeseburgers and ice cream cones dancing in my head, tantalizing me with their hokey tunes and cherubic, smiling faces. I think everyone knows what those smiling faces look like.

After dinner, I make a turkey and cheese sandwich for my lunch the next day. I then sit down on the couch and watch the various TV shows the American TV networks have picked out for me to zone out to. Then I go to bed...and guess what I do in the morning. The. Same. Thing.

Listen, I'm not throwing myself a pity party here. I enjoy my life thoroughly and am grateful for everyone and everything. Shit, when I get down I just think about those pelicans covered in oil. Now THAT'S a sucky life. Sorry pelican, but it's true.

I think what makes me write this blog post, is the constant nostalgic memories that pop into my head when I'm answering e-mails all day at work. I look out the window at the beautiful day and think about the summers I had before I suddenly became a grown up.

This may be cliche, but running through the sprinklers in my yard was one of my favorite things to do on a summer day. I don't understand why I was so entertained by shooting water, but I was. Looking back, I know I will never have that feeling anymore (Trust me, I know. I've tried to recreate this innocent past time in my older years, and it's just not the same. Also, people look at you weird).

Growing up sucks. But it's also great. You can either look back at the past and wish for it to be again, or you can take the feelings you remember as a child with you. Not even growing up can make those feelings disappear.